Sunday, January 23, 2005

Busking in Boca

We needed a break today. I said, "Beach." Tom said, "Beach." We packed up the instruments and drove to the pavilion at the end of Palmetto.

Played for half an hour or so before the nice ranger lady told us we had to stop. "You're getting money," she said, "the City has rules against that." "That's not our fault," said Tom, "we're not that good." What a scream.